With all the subtlety of an air horn in a library, Tre’Shaun Fletcher and the Toledo basketball team make their entrance.
The Rockets preface each game with a final walk from the locker room to the court and a question.
“Who they talkin’ to Tre?” a teammate asks.
To which Fletcher goes full-on Ric Flair and replies:
You’re talkin’ to the Rolex-wearing ...
Woo!
Diamond ring-wearin’ ...
Woo!
Kiss-stealin’ ... wheeling-dealin’ ... limousine-ridin’ ... jet-flyin’ ... son of a gun.
Weaving through the arena’s catacombs, Fletcher’s deep voice — and the punctuating cries of his teammates — booms louder with each step.